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ittle kid huddled up like a meatball, tucking its head under Lin Meng's chest and quietly snuggling there.Rong Ling gently rubbed Lin Meng's silky hair with a towel, slowly drying the water from it. T...y. How to say, she had to give him the cold shoulder for a few days. Since he said he would handle this matter well, then good, she would see how he handled it!After resting for a night at the hotel,...